Coyote Moon Rising
John Gregory Evans
© 5/11/2020 9:30:36 AM
The Gulf of Mexico, mysterious whitecaps
feel the colossal, dark figure brush my legs, left
dangling as death upon a razor’s edge
where my journey through the depths appear
as overbearing.
In the horizon’s twilight the ‘Naparima’ glides
upon the depths as the designer intended, a Coyote moon
weighs heavy and derelict in a sky for a hope to see
land, again. A nothing more than dirt, caliche, and sand,
to rise and throw indignities at me, as a brown-skinned bully
from a distance.
Thoughts of eating a meal at ‘Landry’s’ plagues my mind
as the depths become weighty, and the giant below me circles
a time or two. Worries appear from the surf that draws near.
I swim onward. ‘Naparima’ gains closure and another worry surfaces,
how many screws will she devour me with?
I learned, worries come and go, like snow – flakes on a warm, windy
night in Corpus Christi Bay. I made the trek, from depth to the tan sands
against a jetty that spreads her smile across the miles. I think,
of a bullish kid I used to know, does he know he helped upon
this night of the Coyote Moon’s glow? Better yet, has he learned
by now?
I really got lost in this work, I could see myself there and in that experience. Very cool!
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Amazing poem, John! It’s good connecting with you and thank you for following Eugi’s Causerie.
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So very grateful you enjoyed Coyote Moon Rising Eugenia. Thanks for following as well.
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My pleasure!
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I enjoyed your site, too, Eugenia. Enjoy your day!
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